Of course, there is none so eager to set off on his own as my dear younger brother (whom we shall name Master Fox for the purpose of these writings). Brother is a dear soul, and a true Gentleman - which is hard to find in these times. He is as dapper as a Lord and carries himself so, though his Natural Shyness makes him seem Reserved. Master Fox's high Aspirations though lead him away from the life of a Country Lord, and having left us early to get his Education, he has left again to train in Apprenticeship with the Theater near his school's Grounds. Theater is not longer quite as Disreputable a Profession, but one does wonder what he shall do with it. I would love to see him on The Stage yet he would be quite the brilliant Professor as well. In either case, he is much missed at home, and his Leaving has left behind a Melancholy of its own. The house is quiet without the sounds of Master Fox's piano in the morning and evening, which was always Tasteful and Pulchritudinous.
I must now turn my attentions to my Work, so that I may bring what Bounty there is from the Garden and Fields to Market in the morrow. I hope to write further then on the Happenings of the day and the Summer, but for now I must leave this Affectionately Yours,
~ A Young Lady of Morewit

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